nobody told me,
that loving someone could be so mentally exhaustive.
is it because the fact that its unrequited,
will power seeping out of my heart,
(is it bound to you?)
insomnia , my love?
let me sing you a lullaby,
and watch every breath you take as you sleep, my angel.
counting the hours till i get to see your eyes again.
(i would stay up all
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